My take on Fenway Park

Fenway is awesome!! By far the best stadium we’ve been to and I don’t think any others will beat it. I was a bit surprised at the size of the park. It was smaller than I had imagined, especially after seeing some of the new aged domes, that make you feel like you are watching the game with the rest of the city sitting next to you. But the one thing that sold it for me was the atmosphere of the park. It’s hard to even describe. Everybody is wearing team colors and everybody is singing “Sweet Caroline” in the 8th inning. Hot dog vendors walking the aisles selling the rare steamed not grilled Fenway Frank. Dan and I did notice that there was no “Cap Dance,” which was a little disappointing to be honest. But, then again, you don’t really need stupid jumbotron gimmicks to get your fans excited when you have the history that the Red Sox franchise does. You can feel the history and tradition when you step onto Yawkey Way. Good things happen at Fenway Park.



Speaking of good things, we snagged a foul ball yesterday. Our seats, courtesy of Dan’s cousin, John, were about 20 rows up and just short of Pesky’s Pole (the right field foul pole) in foul territory – section 94 if you want to look then up online. In the first inning Manny Ramirez hit one that headed straight for the upper deck along the 3rd base line when it ricocheted off the railing and shot down at some guy in front of us. He tried to bare hand it but couldn’t hold on, so the ball popped up and I snagged it out of the air before anyone else could. Everything happened so fast, so all I can really recollect is the applause I got from our section after making the play. I’d guess if you see enough ballgames, something good is bound to happen. And the baseball gods rewarded me with a foul ball from Manny.

We said our farewells to Beantown this morning and headed up the coast to Wiscasset, Maine, where we will spend the next few nights with some friends on the Chewonki Neck. For those of you that don’t know, Chewonki is where I spent the first semester of my Junior year of high school in a program called the Maine Coast Semester. I couldn’t help but want to return to Chewonki seeing as we were so close, and, after all the stories I told Dan, he couldn’t help but be a little curious.

So, we’re taking a quick break from driving and baseball, and recharging our batteries before heading to Cooperstown.